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Tuesday, June 28, 2011

What are you supposed to do when you write, write and write the whole day for people around the world but when it comes to writing on your blog, you go all blank, or get too lazy or too occupied :-(
It saddens me.. This is the only place where I can write for myself, as I want and how I want. So I'll strive to keep it alive. Amen.

When I was growing up, I was never sure what I wanted to be, when I was five years old, I wanted to be a doctor, and then when I grew up a bit a fashion designer, then a hair stylist, then a software programming analyst (don't ask me where I learnt that!), and then a creative designer, then an engineer and somewhere between that a writer. (Yeah, says a lot about my indecisive nature!)

And now when I have grow up (a bit), the list hasn't got any shorter, there are still so many things I want to be, if only I could! And if I could..

I'd write every little thing I experience
I'd photograph every thing that pleases my heart
I'd paint everything on big canvases
I'd give people awesome hairstyles
I'd dance in a big concert
I'd go back to school and study world history
I'd shop shop and shop and be shopping adviser ;)
I'd travel the whole world

...and get paid for all of it!!

That's all there's on my list as of now. Do you have a list of your favorite jobs too? Share with me! :)

Monday, June 13, 2011

I was standing on the terrace, facing west, holding the camera close to my eye and capturing the sun's rays piercing through the thick clouds. The effect was splendid, the golder rays against the pale clouds, the weather was pleasant after a heavy shower in the afternoon. A cool breeze was blowing and there a few birds soaring high in the sky and a few kites.

Suddenly I hear a voice, "Didi, didi patang kahaan hai?''

There was a tiny boy, in a white vest and dark shorts, waiting eagerly for me to answer. I look at him and point at a black kite flying in the sky. He looks up and then looks at me, ''Arre wo nahi, wo jo kat kar gayi thi wo'', he retorts after my stupid response.

Realising that I won't be of any help he starts looking around and finally finds it. He picks it up and yells, "Mil gayi!!" He then jumps over a few walls and disappears. I go back to to clicking pictures. A few minutes later, I hear the same voice again, "Didi, main bhi patang uda raha hoon!" I look towards him, and see him fervently pulling at the strings, and trying to lift off the kite in the air. Unfortunately, the winds don't seem to assist him but he keeps trying again and again. He sucks in some air, jerks at the string and forces the kite forward. And again. Minutes pass. And then suddenly, a gust of wind comes and the kite's flying high in the sky. He looks at me gleefully, his expression, asking me to capture his accomplishment. And I click.

How pleasing is a child's innocence, happiness and free spirit. There's a sense of assurance, a sense of purity and divinity that a child carries around him and within him. And when you embrace the child (through hugs or kisses or words or in my case clicking photos), you get to experience the same free spirit that livens up the young soul.

p.s. I wish I could post the pics I clicked that day, but sadly they are lying far away, thousands of miles away, in some hard drive :(The picture you see in the post has been taken from here.

p.p.s. This incident happened long before I read The Kite Runner. It is in no way related to the novel, except for the title of the post!

Saturday, June 11, 2011

I loved Salman Khan's character in Ready. I used to dislike him when I was younger, now as he's growing older, he's become so entertaining and so adorable. Only he can carry on a whole movie based on such random silliness and still make it so much fun to watch. And the title of the post is dedicated to him!

I am a NO direction-sense kind of person. I turn left when someone says take the right turn. I point to the opposite direction when people ask me a location. Oh yes, strangers ask me directions thinking I'm a sensible localite in my city and I give them wrong directions almost always. I'm sure they must be cursing me later! The few times I manage to guide someone correctly, I swell with pride. But now I feel it is safer to just apologize and say I do not know the way. But what do you do when people ask directions to your house?? And that too on the phone?! I just handover the phone to someone else who's not so direction blind, but when I am alone, I stutter and mutter and just pray that they manage to reach without any difficulty or endless calls to me. And now after more than a year, when I was finally getting the hang of directions and whereabouts in my city, I will have to move. And start off in a new city, new turns, new places and new directions. *prays fervently*

There is this quote from the movie P.S. I Love You (which I did not like, the movie; not the quote) -

''Watch out for the signal, when life as you know it ends''

I have finally experienced that. Though for me, it is only the beginning of the change. But I can see the changes slowly unfolding. I see signs about why a certain thing occurs. I see signs about why a certain thing wasn't meant to be. It feels as if the life I am living, is moving ahead in a slow motion, so that I get to appreciate every change as it occurs. And today, I thank God for giving me the signal.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

When you are young and you think about how life would be when you've grown up, you generally think/imagine the good stuff that's going to happen. But as they say, life has it's own course, own way of unfolding; sometimes in a way better than you had imagined and sometimes in a way worse than what you could ever imagine.

A friend and I were discussing sometime back, how old one really is? Is it the number of years we have spend on this earth or the number of years we feel in our hearts? I feel it is the latter. For me age is defined by our personality, by our aura, by our way of thinking and living. You are as old as you think you are, said Muhammad Ali. So as long as I feel young in my heart and mind, body and soul, I don't mind getting older!

Don't we all learn something new, experience something new as we reach the age, when we finally start feeling like a grown up? I definitely did and here I'll try to put down the things I've ''realized'' over the past few years, things I know happened for a reason, things I know happened for good, things which have made the person I am today.

Realizations of a quarter-century survivor *

I know, I make it sound like it's a courageous thing ;)

You realize no matter how much you want to slow down, you have to keep moving forward to keep up with the world.

You realize not all friends are going to be there with you in the end, even those whom you expected to be.

You realize, in the end, it's just you. You alone can make yourself, you alone can break yourself.

You realize, sooner or later: Things may not always happen for a reason, but 90% things happen for good.

You realize the friends who do stick around, end up being a part of your family.

You realize you can make friends with people of all ages. Younger. Older. Age doesn't matter in friendship. Compatibility does.

You realize it's high time you start taking care of your body!

You realize it is necessary to prioritize people in your life. Not everyone can hold the same importance always.

You realize yellow can actually look good on you.

You realize it is better to let go than to hold grudges.

You realize you need to tune out people at times.

You realize watching a movie all alone in the theater actually feels nice.

You realize you have a right to pamper yourself.

You realize your mother can be one of your closest confidantes.

You realize you are a good enough person, when your father reaches you for advice.

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There are too many books I haven't read, too many places I haven't seen, too many memories I haven't kept long enough.

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''The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things - that you'd thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you've never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it's as if a hand has come out, and taken yours.'' ~ The History Boys.